Surrogate For Alpha Dom

Accidental Surrogate Chapter 377-Rolls Reversed Ella

The gift burns through me and the ice strips away from my body faster than I

thought possible, water sliding to the floor as I push myself out, as I free my legs

and start to run.

I have to grab the door frame as I fly into the hall, using it to pivot around the

corner and keep running towards the lobby where scared humans and wolves

are pressed against the walls, staring around in hushed voices as nurses begin

to treat those who were worst wounded by the rogue priestess who came

through apparently willing to hurt anyone in her path –

I ignore them though I can’t give them any of my attention right now. I’m

focused, instead, on finding my son. I tear through the lobby, hurling the door

open at the front of the clinic and bolting through it. I’m already running, my

head swiveling, looking for any sign of the Priestess when I hear my name.

“Ella!” I spin, looking everywhere, and finally see Hank on the ground, his hand

pressed against his head, his jaw looking painfully swollen. Before I can say

anything though, he shoots a hand to his right, pointing off into the distance.

“That way!” Hank shouts. “Roger – Sinclair – ”

I gasp in relief – but then fear chases it as I realize that I have no real idea what

Hank means when he indicates that they’re here –

I start off at a sprint, using all of my senses, needing to find them –

It’s not long, though, before I see Roger stumbling towards me, covered in blood

a little blue bundle in his armsA cry rips from my throat as I put on an extra spurt of speed to get to his side,

reaching for my baby boy, tears bursting from my eyes and streaming from my

face as Roger comes stumbling to a halt, holding him out to me.

“Is he “I gasp, grabbing my baby, simultaneously trying to hold him close and

look him over –

“He’s fine, Ella -” Roger says, taking me by the shoulders. But I don’t look up at

him, instead sobbing down at my little boy, who wails like a banshee in

unhappiness and fright. I scan him through my tears but it looks like – I can’t see

my bond with my child – hoping it

because Roger

still hard on my shoulders. “I’m

is okay but… Dominic” He looks back over his shoulder

the clearing

to look at Roger’s face when he says my mate’s name.

see how grave his expression is…how

like it drains from me. Like I’m

to follow his gaze, and I see two dark forms laying there,

in the darkness. One covered in the folds of

robes, the other…

as I can go – but I can’t run now

the baby in my

and my

with a terrible snarl, my teeth fully bared, already elongating

mouth

his eyes wide in shock and puts up his hands, showing me

the gift – you have

give me

poor motherly heart

screaming to hold

go again…

glance towards those forms in

hand my crying child to his godfather. Roger

a word I take off, sprinting towards

Sinclair

my eyes open in the forest and wince

covering the top half of my face with my hands. Is

morning?

then I realize,

don’t remember going

sit up, wary, trying

I’m not even in my bed.

Inside at all…

I look all around the bright forest and down at the soft

the crisp

soft voice says, and I whip my head up to look

woman standing in front of me. I blink, trying to clear

She’s got to

my voice low with awe. But she

smile I expect, instead bursting into

Dominic,” she says, shaking her head

her hands and smiling down into my face.

Think about it – you

“Am I…am I dead?”

me, slowly shaking her

these questions,

You’re

at her. But she just smiles at me again and

sitting herself in my lap.